You're standing in a cloudless sky. The light of the suns above opens up on your world below.
Strangely, there is no floor beneath your feet, at least as far as you can see. Stranger still is that you aren't falling. Looking down reveals that you're somewhere on a path of clear silver light. The road winds through the rather distracting space around you, filled in at different places with various colors, constantly shifting between the hues of the six or seven suns. I wasn't counting. They're suns. You don't look at them. In front of you is a fortress. The stronghold takes no real shape, but you know that's what it is. Something about it feels safer, like the space inside might permit a clarity of mind that you won't get from the world of your everyday life. Its door is wide open and inside, you can see - well, that's the thing. It's hard to explain, but you actually can't see anything inside from here. You can't even see the empty space that usually accompanies not seeing things. It's like…it's sort of…you have to…y'know what?
Go in and find out for yourself.
The only other noticeable thing here is an infinitely large wall with writing all over it, affectionately named "Posty Posterson".
Well, that's not entirely true. There's also a big ol' staircase reaching down into the "ground".
Also, please ask Wisp before making a new thread on the forums. Because.
"There shall be in that rich earth a richer dust concealed."